Beginnings

Last week I mentioned that I preached last Sunday. I don’t do that as much as I use to, but I got a call from friends telling me that their pastor’s brother had been killed in an accident and they needed someone to fill in at the last-minute. There wasn’t much time to write, but I pulled out some  poems and put together the following message for them. I thought I’d share it with you. Sorry, but you get just the written version without all my great ad-libs.

Beginnings

Our Bible reading today is all about beginning (Matt 4:12-23). These verses describe some of the first actions Jesus took as he began his ministry in the world. Verse 12 tells us that Jesus heard that John the Baptist had been arrested. After this news Jesus moves from Nazareth to Capernaum on the Sea of Galilee. Don’t think this was Jesus running away. Herod ruled over Capernaum too and could just have easily arrested Jesus there. The reason offered in Matthew for the move is that this move fulfills a prophecy of Isaiah.
Jesus is often depicted as doing something to fulfill something written in Isaiah. I don’t know why – I didn’t look that up that because I wanted to focus on what he did when he got there.

The first thing Jesus says when he gets there is, “Repent for the kingdom of heaven has come near.” The translation at this point is a little tricky, but “repent” in this case means a change of mind, a turning to a new direction and perhaps to prepare for a new life – in the kingdom of heaven. This is not a call to some magical afterlife, but rather to a change happening here and now on earth. That is the conversion of the world to a heavenly kingdom here. A kingdom where peace rules. A kingdom where God’s rules of love and compassion reign.

After this proclamation, Jesus does three things. First he starts to recruit leaders – the disciples as we know them, but they were leaders and often were sent out to teach and heal without Jesus. Verse 23 tells us that Jesus then taught in the synagogues and healed the sick.

We should take a moment to think of what Jesus really did while on earth, as his actions should guide ours. In her book, Things I Wish Jesus Said, Barbara Nixon cites the following as the Biblical actions of Jesus:
• He healed
• He trained and nurtured leaders
• He engaged skeptics and adversaries
• He spent time alone in prayer and mediation
• He spent a lot of time teaching

The writer of Matthew then quickly takes us to Jesus’ great teaching with the sermon on the mount. Jesus healed, taught, prayed and threatened the oppression of the day.

It’s that time of year when I, like many of you, think about the year ahead. Perhaps you’ve reviewed what you did last year. Perhaps you’ve made a resolution or two. Perhaps you’ve decided to start on something completely new. Personally, I’ve decided to spend more time doing creative activities like my woodwork, and writing. I’ve also decided that I need to be more active in the democracy of our nation. Last week I made a list of all the names and addresses of my elected leaders and am working on my first letter to them. Yesterday, for the first time in my life, I engaged in my constitutional right to free speech and free assembly as I joined in the Women’s March here in San Jose.

I am not a true radical – more of a middle of the road kind of guy, but lately I see things happening in our nation that worry me. I’ve decided to speak up about it.
A new beginning.

Beginnings in our lives happen all the time. We’re born, go to school, work, marry, change jobs, join a church, move to a new town or any of the small and large life changes.
Five years ago, this month my doctors changed my life. I had been diagnosed with prostate cancer and in January 2012 I started six weeks of radiation treatments. Medically just a bump in the road. The treatments worked on my body, but somewhere in all the emotional stress that a cancer diagnosis brings, I found a new creative voice in my writing.

If you would have asked me six years ago if I wrote poetry, I would have answered, “no.” But, today, if you ask me what I write, likely I’ll say, “I’m a poet.” A change happened and I started down a new path.

Likely you’ve had times in your life where you’ve had a new beginning. Some beginnings happen on purpose while others are forced on us. Sometimes we struggle with the decision. We stand at a crossroad, see many paths and are paralyzed with indecision. Going south prevents us from going north while the path to the east is clouded. How to choose?
I let my poetic brain spin on that question for a while and this poem found its way to the page:
Standing at the point of decision.

Crossroads.
Rail and car cross in time.
The road bends into the unknown.
Two rails held apart by strong ties.

Standing at the junction of fear and longing,
contemplating the turmoil of the heart.
Safety or adventure.
Dull certainty or exciting confusion.

Sanding at indecision.
Heart and head.
Feet and hands.
All pulling in different directions
as a feeling from above
pulls eyes upward
to see twin cloud trails
converging in the distance.

Vanishing point where
perspective merges,
and souls melt into eternity.

The solution is to decide – to do and not stand forever watching planes fly overhead.

Another question I’ve struggled with is, “is it worth even trying? Can just one person make any difference in the world?” Jesus made a difference and I could list millions of individuals who have made a difference and brought about real change.

But can I make a difference? Naturally the question made me think of a leaf. In response to that thought I wrote this poem:
Consider –
• the weight of a leaf
• the burden it must carry
• the work of a leaf

Leaf hanging from the branch
cooling, feeding, breathing.
Beauty as it rises to the sun
greeting bird and breeze.

Spring bud
hope of world
soon fades and releases itself
from the burdens of the tree.

Giving itself to the wind
and ground.
In death it carpets the forest and begins the work
of building soil
and holding water.

Eternal leaf, ever reborn
ever dying
ever creating
ever on the wind.

Such is the burden of a leaf.

One leaf alone might not make a difference, but a tree full of leaves, being leaves together can. One person alone isn’t likely to build the kingdom of heaven here, but a whole community of people working together could do just that.

Now is always the time for new beginnings.

Now is always the time to repent – to change direction and turn towards the new kingdom.

Now is always the time to do as Jesus did, love, teach, engage, pray, and heal.

Now.


Till next week,
Andrew

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Friday Wisdom – facts

The great tragedy of science — the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact.
Thomas Henry Huxley

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Just Wednesday

Between the rainy cold weather, marching and life in general, I’ve not made it out the shop this last week.  So today is just Wednesday.  The only project I’ve completed is making a list of all my elected representatives with their email address and other contact info. I’d share it, but it’s kind of boring.

Heather gave me a great birthday present this morning: A draft copy of my cancer poetry book.  She’s a gifted graphic artist and has been doing the typesetting and artwork for me.  It’s a great gift of her time and talents for which I am always grateful.  I am hopeful it won’t be much longer before it’s ready to buy.

I also realized that five years ago, this week, I was undergoing radiation treatment for prostate cancer.  After all this time, I am starting to feel like it may have worked as there has been no sign of recurrence.  I spent some time last night rereading some of my blog posts I wrote back then.

Here is one that I wrote just after starting treatments: Arrival the Treatment 

But now it’s time for a very important project – decide where to go for dinner.

If you need me – I’ll be eating cake.
Andrew

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Marching

Two weeks ago I published a post called 2017 where I outlined some of the things I am going to do this year.  Yesterday I did item 7 – attended a protest march.

Yup, I joined Heather and members of her art class at the San Jose Women’s March.  Well, they and 25,000 of our friends (give or take a few thousand).  Early in the week I heard estimates of 7,000 signing up to attend and I’ll admit I was a touch afraid that I’d be the only man there.  By Friday, I’d heard of a few guys I knew who were planning to attend and the sign ups for marchers had grown to 15,000.  During the march one police officer told us that she thought there was 40,000 there, but the official police estimate came in at 25,000.

Getting there was a big adventure of it’s own.  There is a light-rail line near our house that goes right downtown to the start of march.  No brainer right?  Yeah, also no room on the train.  The transit people had been told of the march and put extra trains out, but the first one that came by was too full for either of us to get on.  Another train came about 15 minutes later that there was only room for Heather to get on.

So, being a noble soul and not thinking clearly, I told her to stay on and I’d get the next train and would catch up with her.  The next train was so full that it didn’t even open its doors.  Having to wait got my brain working I realized that line we’re on is a spur that dead-ends three stations to the south where the train reverses directions and goes back north into downtown.  There were several other people with me on the platform and when I walked to the south bound side, one said, “You’re getting the south train, right?”

“Yes,” I said and most of the people on the platform crossed over and we got on a nearly empty south bound train, which in due course became a north bound train and delivered us to the march.  Some marchers called for Uber and the transit company sent out busses to get people downtown. 

When I got off the train Heather and I texted madly to find out where each other was.  It took me almost ten minutes to fight my way through the crowd to where she was.

Once united, the march started, or rather the long slow shuffle started (warning there maybe another post and/or poem with that title in the future).  The route was planned to be seven tenths of a mile – a distance that Heather and I could normally do in 12 minutes.  The crowd was so large that it took almost and hour and a half to make the distance, but we stayed the course and finally made it to the end.

Along the way we saw a lot of great signs, heard some great chants and often took up a cheer from the front of the line.  Most of the time we had no idea what they were cheering about, but that really didn’t matter and we just cheered along.  The real point was a community gathering in common purpose.

As you can imagine most of the chants were standard protest stuff (come on, we’re Californians, protesting is one of our specialties).  I have to say my favorite of the day was, “This is what democracy looks like!”  Really great when you can get a couple of thousand screaming that as one voice.

Heather made a great sign for the day.  Here she is at the start of the march with it.

Heather geared up and ready to march.

Heather geared up and ready to march.

I would hold the sign from time to time and here’s a picture of me with it:

I am smiling. That is my happy face.

I am smiling. That is my happy face.

Here is just a picture of the crowd and one of the funnier signs:

We shall combover

We shall overcomb

And finally here is the back of Heather’s sign with her reasons why she’s marching.  All of which I agreed with.

Why we marched.

Why we marched.

In case you can’t see the picture on your device here are the reasons:

  • Honor our differences
  • Equality for All
  • Respect/protect environment
  • Defend LGBT rights
  • Civil rights – social justice
  • Stronger together.

Well, I hadn’t intended to write much tonight as I am a bit tired, so the review of the play we saw after the march, my preaching at church this morning, and the long-winded version of why I marched will have to wait till at least after pizza.

Peace to all,

Andrew

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